I...I...I just don't know what to say. He was in that van and I'm just...I'm so lucky he was one that walked away.
He tells me about his nightmares about it. I just hate that I can't hug him and try and make him feel better. Knowing he went through that and knowing he's still suffering from it and knowing the only thing I can do is type some words and hope it makes him feel better makes me feel like shit. Sometimes I just feel so helpless.



If you ever see this, I'm sorry for dragging up the past.
I'm just so happy you walked away from this
otherwise I would never have known you
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